On Beards

Recently, I grew a shit beard. Due to my distinct non-hirsuteness it was a sort of neo-goatee affair, consisting of ginger moustache and chin-covering with a multicoloured brown-blonde-ginger patchwork across the rest of my face. Today I finally shaved it all off, having decided once and for all that a beard doesn’t suit me. Unfortunately, it appears that I was much too used to the beard and, now that it is gone, I can’t shake the feeling that my face doesn’t suit me.

Chilling.

Posted at 10am on 07/12/02 by Jack Mottram to the misc. category.
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